Trust. Brack was asking me to trust him with my vulnerability. I never allowed that side of me to show. Weakness had no place on a tennis court or in bed. I let the towel fall and pool at my feet. Somehow I knew he'd take his time and make this good. No, great.

I crawled onto the bed feeling the soft cotton comforter rub against my knees. I scrambled into position, but quickly rolled to my side. I felt ridiculous. I knew what he planned to do. One plus one equaled two and I ...